[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Unstable [Carbine, Patch]
Dec 15, 2021 0:27:48 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Dec 15, 2021 0:27:48 GMT -5
Scrabbling down with as much weight as he dared put into it, Bumblebee found himself sprawled across both of Carbine’s legs. Unaware that one of the helicopter mech’s wheels had twisted at a painful angle because of this, he kept himself firmly hunkered down, hunching slightly just to try and put more of his ‘mass’ onto the majority of the two limbs.
Unable to tell from this awkward position just what was going on, he had to rely on his own instincts to try and judge what sort of force was needed from him. He didn’t know that Carbine was held in something akin to a chokehold, or that he was absolutely terrified - the only thing he knew was they needed to keep him in position for what he could only assume was for a sedative to be applied.
Something that felt like an eternity for all of them, no doubt.
Listening attentively for some sort of order to let him know they were in the clear, it didn’t take long for a familiar noise to cut through the clashing and scraping of metal. A familiar noise that in this scenario? Was one he didn’t want to hear at all.
Bolo.
The sound of armor panels shifting, almost as if the canine was pushing up with everything he had was barely heard under the guttural snarls. He’d never heard Bolo this mad. Ever. Now here he was, restraining his friend and inadvertently hurting him in the process. He was the enemy in this moment, at least in the cassette’s eyes, Carbine’s too - he and Patch would be the ones to get mauled should Bolo somehow manage to wrangle free.
There was no use apologizing, even if he wanted to utter the words over and over - yet a beepy whine escaped him regardless, adding to the chaos and the noise, even if it was probably barely heard at all.
He was scared. He hated this - surely there were other ways of going about this, but in the moment this was the only thing that they could do. Hopefully Carbine understood that he was only following orders and trying to help - that they both were. The helicopter mech hadn’t seemed badly hurt, save for his exposed helm - but Patch knew what she was doing. Right?
He had no idea. He couldn’t see what was happening.
--Patch! What’s going on?-- his beeps frantic, nervous energy bleeding out in his tone as the seconds dragged on.
Easing up just slightly, shifting his weight - though keeping the majority of his frame firmly on Carbine’s legs - he tried to angle his helm so he could see what was going on, ready to move upwards should Patch need assistance in keeping Bolo secure.
Unable to tell from this awkward position just what was going on, he had to rely on his own instincts to try and judge what sort of force was needed from him. He didn’t know that Carbine was held in something akin to a chokehold, or that he was absolutely terrified - the only thing he knew was they needed to keep him in position for what he could only assume was for a sedative to be applied.
Something that felt like an eternity for all of them, no doubt.
Listening attentively for some sort of order to let him know they were in the clear, it didn’t take long for a familiar noise to cut through the clashing and scraping of metal. A familiar noise that in this scenario? Was one he didn’t want to hear at all.
Bolo.
The sound of armor panels shifting, almost as if the canine was pushing up with everything he had was barely heard under the guttural snarls. He’d never heard Bolo this mad. Ever. Now here he was, restraining his friend and inadvertently hurting him in the process. He was the enemy in this moment, at least in the cassette’s eyes, Carbine’s too - he and Patch would be the ones to get mauled should Bolo somehow manage to wrangle free.
There was no use apologizing, even if he wanted to utter the words over and over - yet a beepy whine escaped him regardless, adding to the chaos and the noise, even if it was probably barely heard at all.
He was scared. He hated this - surely there were other ways of going about this, but in the moment this was the only thing that they could do. Hopefully Carbine understood that he was only following orders and trying to help - that they both were. The helicopter mech hadn’t seemed badly hurt, save for his exposed helm - but Patch knew what she was doing. Right?
He had no idea. He couldn’t see what was happening.
--Patch! What’s going on?-- his beeps frantic, nervous energy bleeding out in his tone as the seconds dragged on.
Easing up just slightly, shifting his weight - though keeping the majority of his frame firmly on Carbine’s legs - he tried to angle his helm so he could see what was going on, ready to move upwards should Patch need assistance in keeping Bolo secure.